Stardust and Canyons {prose poem}

Photo by Allef Vinicius

Do you remember the day your soul was born?

How it squirmed into being with the fresh glow of a baby sun, delighted by its own brightness. Onlookers knelt at your feet, awed by your delicate brilliance; enthroned you in the kingdom of the stars. They promised to worship you, expecting only endless light in return.